Loki: Am I cursed?
Loki: What am I?
Odin: You’re my son.
Loki: What more than that? The casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?
Odin: No. In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found a baby. Small, for a Giant’s offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey’s son.
Loki: Laufey’s son?
Loki: Why? You were knee-deep in the Jotun blood. Why would you take me?
Odin: You were an innocent child.
Loki: No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?
Loki: TELL ME!
Odin: I thought we could unite our Kingdoms one day - bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace - through you.
Odin: But those plans no longer matter.
Loki: So I’m no more than another stolen relic, locked up here, until you might have use of me?
Odin: Why do you twist my words?
Loki: You could have told me what I was from the beginning! Why didn’t you?!
Odin: You’re my son. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.
Loki: Why? Because I- I- I’m the monster parents tell their children about at night?
Loki: You know it all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years! Because no matter how much you claimed to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!